Why can't i die?

What is the point of living forever
When deep in your heart you want to die?
What is the use of a long-lived life,
When every day you seem to cry?

What is the point of different days
When each is exactly the same?
What is the use of living as life
When you live every second in shame?

What is the point of holding on,
When your senses are already dead?
What is the use of thinking to the future
When you can’t see an hour ahead?

What is the point of developing friends
When one day you’ll die anyway?
What’s the use of living
when you’ll be forgotten forever someday?

What’s the point of me writing rhymes,
that people will never read?
What’s the use of my failing life,
when I only want to succeed?

Why did I bother taking those pills,
When I’m alive and can’t help but cry?
Why do I live everyday?
Why can’t I just bloody die?